Christmas has come

oh what fun

presents to give out

presents to come

lighted candles on the tree

oh what fun

oh what glee!

I can recall this poem like it was yesterday and no matter how much crucial information leaves my brain, this poem has stayed. I recall writing it for an english class at junior school. Poetry was not one of my strong points but obviously christmas played a big part in my childhood and had an impact on my ability to put words together. It may seem like a simple childlike rhyme to some but I can still feel the excitement and longing for a tree with candles dressed with gifts bursting to be stripped x

My ignorance has long died and the pagan worship of wood with the commercialised drama of Christmas has been observed however the warmth of the hearth and twinkling lights I am sure can melt anyones heart, cos it does mine every year x  

H x